Supposedly, Hemingway once wrote a story in six words: "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." I'm no Hemingway, but I dig the idea of ultra-short stories.
I write them from time to time. You might like some. You can find me on Twitter at @dcwllms.

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

931. Banished, not dead

The island freezes in the Winter, and blisters in the Summer.The only things to eat are coconuts and the turtles with their sharp beaks.I hate it here more than I can bear.How did your parents teach you your lessons?